| Alpha and Omega part 65 - "Wolf In Sheep's Clothing" |
[04 Sep 2008|04:28pm] |
Yay! Part 65 of Alpha and Omega, my big damn table fic!
Title - "Wolf In Sheep's Clothing"
Prompt - 065 - Passing
Word Count - 901
Summary - Cavil and Gaeta talk about the upcoming unpleasantness
Author's note - I have a table for this series, I recommend you read in order. The table is here. http://rapfic.livejournal.com/8449.html#cutid1
He woke up with a start. He didn’t know where he was at first. Then the smell hit him. Rotting meat, and mold, and he was somehow standing upright despite how shaky his legs felt. Chains, he realized as the slight shift in his weight made him swing until he set his feet down more firmly. He was hanging from chains from his shoulders, his feet just barely able to touch the ground. The meat locker in the temple, he realized. He looked up at the meat hooks that hung from the wall and tried to suppress a shudder.
“You’re awake.” Gaeta jerked at the sound, bracing his feet to stop the swinging, already conscious of the painful strain it caused. Cavil knew his business, he thought. Gaeta could feel the chains under his armpits, holding him up, while his wrists and hands had been raised up and firmly secured behind his head. With his feet just able to touch the floor, he was in a fiendishly exposed position. Depending on what Cavil wanted to do, he had no way to defend himself.
Which was clearly Cavil’s point. The Cylon stepped around him, obviously amused. ”I considered the meat hooks,” he said casually,” but while it has a certain brutal charm, I realized that it would end our time together much sooner than I wished. And… I’m not anxious to do that, Lt. Gaeta. At least, not until we’ve talked. That is, not until you’ve told me what you know.”
“You can try,” Gaeta said. It would work eventually, but Kara knew the situation. She would take the scepter and run, and tell the fleet to jump. They had been on the mission for three days. The fleet would wait for ten. It would take her just a few hours to return to the fleet, but his goal was to hold out for the seven days. It was possible. Passing out from the pain could happen. So could a premature death, although he had a feeling that Cavil knew how those games were played.
“Try?” Cavil grinned. “Lt. Gaeta, let’s not mince words. I’ve read your military file. I’ve seen you in action. You know that everyone breaks eventually. This is really a matter of science now. The question is just how much pressure I’ll need to apply.” He waved and a centurion stepped into the room, ducking it’s head as it entered, and set a metal box down on the monks wooden prep table. Cavil gestured again and the centurion departed. He began setting out various implements. It was part of the mind game, Gaeta knew that. So was the talking. It was meant to unnerve him. He had to admit, it was working.
“I need to know certain things,” Cavil said easily. He looked in the box and then at Gaeta, as if contemplating something. “I was unkind before, Lt. Gaeta. I had made assumptions about you that betrayed my prejudices. I assumed that you were like most of your kind, slavering with rage to kill Cylons, but I think you’re a much more dangerous thing.”
“Oh?” The longer Cavil talked, the less things would hurt and the more time Kara had to escape. Cavil didn’t strike him as one to fall for the talking trick for long so he wanted it to last as long as possible. “What am I?”
“You’re a wolf in sheep’s clothing,” Cavil said easily. “The average human being? A moron. Look at your new friend Sam. His every thought is plain on his face and anticipating his plans? It’s like guessing whether a baby wants it’s bottle or not. Your little pilot friend Kara Thrace isn’t much better, but you…. You’re a problem. We considered letting humanity survive, you know, but it’s your type that makes that impossible.”
“Really?” It needed a reaction if just to keep the Cylon talking, but Gaeta had to admit, he was curious.
“The idiots that were brave, we could kill. The cowards would fall in line easily… but you strike me at the sort to follow orders faultlessly until you rise up and destroy us. You‘ll nod and agree and all the time you‘ll be plotting. Biding your time. We get it from somewhere, after all.” Cavil’s smiled grew more malevolent. “You’d feel bad afterward…I don’t accuse you of lacking a conscience, but that wouldn’t hamper you in the slightest from doing what was necessary. That makes you a threat, the biggest threat I’ve ever met. But now is where we come to my conscience impinging on my love of revenge. You know you’re going to die?”
“It seems obvious,” Gaeta said slowly. The crawling sensation seemed to overwhelm him for a moment but he blinked it away.
“Tell me what I want, and you can die easily.” Cavil said pleasantly. “I’ll get the information eventually. I don’t have a *need* to torture you. It’s a chore… an amusing but ultimately dull chore. I think you have some understanding of the concept of a necessary but unpleasant chore. We can do this the easy way.”
Gaeta found himself shaking his head. “The answer is no.”
“Pity.” Cavil picked up a cat o’nine tails and set it down. After a moment of thought he picked up an electronic cattle prod. “I think we’ll start with something a little more high tech. I am a Cylon after all. And there‘s plenty of time for the whip.”
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